Garen hurriedly looked for some white bread in the kitchen and cleaned up the dust on him. Returning to the master bedroom, he changed into a lime-colored robe he took from the wardrobe, throwing the soot-covered shirt to wash before resting comfortably for the first time in a long while.
The next day, Garen was up before the sun was even up. In the living room, the little girl had already started work. Obviously she had the keys to this house.
He sat on the couch, watching as the little girl served him a plate of slice apples and some bread along with some warm goat milk.
"Enjoy your meal." The little girl Nicol performed a rough imitation of a greeting and turned back to the kitchen with haste.
Garen sipped the goat milk slightly. It’s thick and tasted fishy. Garen suspected something’s been added to it.
He raised the glass and scrutinized the milk. It’s got bits of yellowish substance floating around which he suspected was raw egg yolk.
